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Chapter One Hundred Forty –Eight:
As Jack boarded The Viper, Blake brought Jack a rum and coke. He pointed to the large water soaked replica of Ogopogo trapped in the net. “I see that you snagged the big prize,” said Jack with a wide grin on his face.
“Yeah, it’s a beauty of a model,” replied Blake with a laugh. “I would sure like to meet the guy who put together that masterpiece.”
“That could be a problem,” said Jack.
“How so? Do you know the artist?”
“His name was Mike O’Grady,
said Jack.
“That name sounds very familiar. I think I knew a kid in school who went by that name,” said Blake.
Jack burst out laughing.
“Oh, come on. It can’t be the same guy,” said Blake.
“Do you remember who won first prize at the science fair in grade eleven?” asked Jack.
“Now I see the connection. Mike was the kid who built that small model of Ogopogo. It was a beauty. I remember that Mike spent weeks working on that model. So you’re telling me that Mike O’Grady designed and built the life sized model on the deck of my ship? Why would he build a full size replica and what was it doing on the lake?”
“I arranged the whole thing,” said Jack. “I paid Mike O’Grady to build the life sized model.
“Why?”
“I was going to use the model to get back at you,” said Jack.
“What have you got against me?” asked Blake.
“Are you that obtuse, Blake. You mean to say that you don’t remember what you did to me?”
“No. I don’t remember what I did to you.”
“You quit our business partnership and took up with some sleazy married woman,” answered Jack.
“She, somehow, talked you into leaving our business to become partners with her in her start-up enterprise. The worst part was that you left me entirely out of the loop concerning your new plans. I only found out about what you had done through one of our former business associates.”
“I can appreciate what you’re saying, Jack, but you are missing something here. In our previous business venture you and I were on the same page for a long time. Then, as time went by, our business ideas were starting to diverge to the point that we couldn’t agree on lunch. I didn’t see any rational reason why you and I should remain business partners. That’s why I jumped ship. I admit that I should have let you know of my change of plans in advance.”
“So why can’t I talk to Mike O’Grady?” asked Blake.
“Because he’s dead,” Jack answered.

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“Life was actually treating me pretty well until our mutual former classmate, Blake Riley pulled the carpet from underneath me. I thought that Blake and I were pretty tight the last few years. We were very successful business partners until Blake decided to cut me out of the partnership. I thought that we had each other’s backs until very recently. I would even have said that we were close friends at one time but Blake met a female entrepreneur that swept him off his feet. To paraphrase Marlon Brando she made Blake a business offer that he could not refuse. Unfortunately I didn’t seem to fit into the happy couple’s business plans. Blake threw me out like last week’s garbage.
“You sound very angry. Are you planning to get Blake back for this travesty of justice?” said Mike taking a sip from his can of Diet Coke.
“You bet I am and that’s where I need your help,” answered Jack.
“Oh, where’s my manners? Can I get you a Diet Coke or put on some coffee for you?” said Mike.
“Yeah, I’ll have a coffee once you get your percolator all fired up.”
Mike got up and slowly and carefully manoeuvred his way off the couch to make the coffee in his small kitchen. There were so many dirty cups, plates, dishes and bowls that Mike had to move a lot of cookware out of his way in order to find the coffee percolator. He’d worry about finding a clean coffee cup after the coffee was brewed.
After he finished setting up the coffee maker Mike returned to the couch. It looked like the couch had swallowed the big man inside it so that he was now a part of it.

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Chapter Ninety
Blake and Jack Kimberly had been at odds lately. Their business ideas were starting to diverge. Blake had been pondering on how he could legally get away from Jack and now he saw a way out. It would be through his new girlfriend, Debra Lane.
One evening Debra Lane offered to treat Blake to dinner at a high class hotel dining room. He eagerly accepted her offer and they met in the luxurious dining room of an upscale exclusive hotel. When the waiter arrived at their table to give them both menus and to take their orders, both Blake and Debra ordered drinks while they decided on what they would like to have as their main meals.
“Blake, I’ll get right to the point. You know that you are a very handsome man and that I am physically attracted to you. However, I believe that we have a great deal more than that going for us,” said Debra taking a sip from her glass of water.
Blake found Debra to be just as attractive. Debra had long straight blonde hair, a trim, fit figure and gorgeous long legs, She had already told him that she was twenty-four years old and was very dissatisfied with her present marriage. She came from a wealthy family and was now missing many of the luxuries that she had enjoyed while living with her parents.
When Debra first met her husband Roman, he had been an up and coming star in a major life insurance company. He was so charismatic that he had little difficulty selling both life insurance and investment products. It appeared that Roman would soon be a member of the exclusive Million Dollar Round Table group of insurance salesman and would be making an impressive income that was bound to keep increasing with each passing year.
The problem was that although Roman enjoyed money and the things that he could buy with it, he was, at heart, an artist. He loved to create things such as fascinating novels and this led to much conflict between himself and his wife. Debra was not at all supportive of her husband’s artistic endeavors. She wanted him out of the house making large sums of money not creating abstract oil paintings. This last year his insurance and investment policies sales had actually decreased from the previous year. Instead of lining up meetings with prospective clients, Roland was now spending more time at home working on his writing and painting.

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Blake and Jack Kimberly had been at odds lately. Their business ideas were starting to diverge. Blake had been pondering on how he could legally get away from Jack and now he saw a way out. It would be through his new girlfriend, Debra Lane.
One evening Debra Lane offered to buy Blake dinner at a high class hotel dining room. He eagerly accepted her offer and they met in the luxurious dining room of an upscale exclusive hotel, When the waiter arrived at their table to give them both menus and to take their orders, both Blake and Debra ordered drinks while they decided on what they would like to have as their main meals.
“Blake, I’ll get right to the point. You know that you are a very handsome man and that I am physically attracted to you. However, I believe that we have more than that going for us,” said Debra taking a sip from her glass of water.
Blake found Debra to be just as attractive. Debra had long straight blonde hair, a trim, fit figure and gorgeous long legs, She had already told him that she was twenty-four years old and was very dissatisfied with her present marriage. She came from a wealthy family and was now missing many of the luxuries that she had enjoyed while living with her parents.
When Debra first met her husband Roman, he had been an up and coming star in a major life insurance company. He was so charismatic that he had little difficulty selling both life insurance and investment products. It appeared that Roman would soon be a member of the exclusive Million Dollar Round Table group of insurance salesman and would be making an impressive income that was bound to keep increasing with each passing year.
The problem was that although Roman enjoyed money and the things that he could buy with it, he was at heart, an artist. He loved to create things such as fascinating novels and abstract oil paintings. This last year his insurance and investment policies sales had actually decreased from the previous year. Instead of lining up meetings with prospective clients, Roland was now spending more time at home working on his writing and painting. This change in Roland’s priorities was presently causing much conflict between himself and his wife. Debra was not at all supportive of her husband’s artistic endeavors. She wanted him out of their house making large sums of money.